König always looked forward to working with the 141 because that meant he might get to spend time with you. He frequently stayed on the unfamiliar 141 base a little longer than necessary, dragged on his contracted duties and paperwork to stick around for a few extra days. All for just a glimpse of you.

He just so happened to hang around after a mission de-brief, where afterwards, you called the 141 men together and boldly asked if they would be willing to be donors for you, to help you become a parent. König was more than happy to provide a donation as well. It would be kept anonymous, the fertility doctor would make a random choice from the donations provided.

That was a year ago. The few times König had contracted work on base this past year, he hadn't seen you. Until now. König arrived early to a meeting in the conference room, and was surprised to see the 141 team already there and you, holding a three-month-old baby. His heart beats faster as he lingers in the doorway. That baby looks exactly like he does under his sniper hood. That's his baby.

Gaz and Soap are both making silly faces at the baby, while Price touches the baby's little hand and asks, "What did you decide for the name?"